Page 76 of Tall, Royal Hater
Irritated, I came off the wall. “Really?” I angled my chin sardonically. “Then maybe you should look in the mirror because you lookpathetically desperateyourself.” I smirked and dropped my lashes. “But then again, this peanut has a habit of giving that away too.”
Without thinking, I blindly reached with one hand for his groin. I spread my fingers and cupped his dick over his black jeans. My pussy gave a tight clench, realising he was semi-hard already.
Not a peanut. He definitely was not a peanut.
Holding his roaring gaze, I squeezed him. I felt a light jerk against my palm, heard his grunt circle my ears, and embraced the feminine power that clung on to my damp skin.
My satisfaction didn’t last as long as I wished it had. He grabbed my wrist and tore it off him to pin it by my head, seconds before he clamped his other hand around my throat.
His hand was so big and warm and rough against the skin of my neck, completely enveloping it almost. But I couldn’t find it in me to be angered by the possible threat of him breaking my neck.
Sparks scattered all over my skin as he forced my head up and back against the wall with an ounce of pressure under my chin. “You have severely underestimated what you’re playing at byprovoking me, Mariyah,” he growled through his teeth, his eyes aglow.
I managed a raspy laugh that successfully sounded unbothered. “Did you get that line from a book? Or was that an original?”
A slow, sneering smirk took over his wide mouth again as he leaned in closer, tightening his grip on my throat. “You don’t seem to realise how quickly and easily I could ruin you. But keep running your mouth like the fucking attention-seeking brat you are, and you’re going to end up regretting it when I have you lying weak and broken with a puddle between your legs.”
My lungs shuddered on a struggling breath, and it wasn’t because he was squeezing my throat. Still, I returned his sneer with false confidence. “Big words, don’t you think? Considering we both know you wouldn’t be able to make me come once, let alone enough times to break me.”
He let out a low, menacing chuckle. “Say it again. I dare you.”
Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t fucking do it, Mariyah!
I tilted my chin higher, angling my mouth right under his. “You couldn’t make me come once even if you had all the skill in the world,Sheri.”
He sucked in a slow breath through his teeth. “You fucking—”
He snapped, crashing his mouth down on mine brutally. The slight sting of lips hitting teeth was there, but his onslaught didn’t give me the chance to fully feel it.
And itwasan onslaught. An attack. A battle. A lashing. More than it was a kiss. It was no coaxing call of passion. It was a ravaging. His lips captured mine tug after tug, his tongue drove into my mouth conquering me, and his teeth knew when an opening arrived to sneak in a revengeful bite.
I hadn’t built my defences high enough to resist, and they came tumbling down right over my chest, threatening to suffocate me. I could barely fight back with the way he washolding me by the throat, one hand trapped in his grasp, and my body crowded my his. Still, I bit him, dragged my tongue across his with my own demands, and yanked at the neckline of his T-shirt with my free hand so hard I was sure I heard a tearing sound.
I didn’t melt under his demanding mouth. I came alive. I exploded. I burned. My anger felt anew yet dulled under my desire too. And I wanted to hate the way he tasted, but he was warm and sweet like fruit and chocolate. It was irritatingly addictive. Just like the prickle of his trimmed beard against my skin and his low growls every time I groaned.
My lungs wept for air, but I chased his mouth as he dragged it to the corner of my swollen, stinging lips and nipped. He tugged at my bottom lip until it slipped from between his teeth as he moved back. Dizzy and panting, my eyes took a second to focus on the smirk lifting his reddened mouth.
“You look like you’re about to come already,” he whispered hoarsely.
I was thrumming so hard with arousal I felt like I was about to. But he didn’t need to know that.
“Is that your way of telling me you can’t tell the difference between a turned-on woman and a bored one?” I rasped, letting the wall and his hand hold my shaking body upright.
His thumb eased off the pulse under my ear and traced across my jaw. “So fucking cocky, aren’t you, menace? But I know you’re soaked through for me.”
“Not in the slightest.”
Lies. Lies. Lies.I was lying right through my teeth.
I was soaked. More than I’d thought was humanly possible.
Worse even, there was a mini heartbeat throbbing so hard in my clit. A blatant give away of how badly I wanted him despite wanting to break his fucking teeth too.
He arched a brow. “Really?” It was a rhetorical question, but I opened my mouth—
A gasp flooded out when he kicked one of my feet further apart from the other. Pushing my head back against the wall with his hand around my throat, he let go of my wrist and delved right under the short skirt of my dress.
There was no dragged-out moment of breathless anticipation. He pressed two fingers right against the damp spot on my boy shorts, pushing the wet fabric into my aching pussy hole.
